others simply weren’t enforced.
There came a point, in the months
before Mandela’s release, when we
could live less furtively. It was then
that my mother decided we needed
to move. She felt we had grown as
much as we could hiding in our tiny
flat in town.
The country was open now.
Where would we go? Soweto came
with its burdens. My mother still
wanted to get out from the shadow
of her family. My mother also
couldn’t walk with me through
Soweto without people saying,
“There goes that prostitute with a
white man’s child.” In a black area